My husband is gone.
No, not for good.
He’s off to the wild wilderness otherwise known as Up North. My dad and brother have enlisted him to join in on their manly adventure to hunt turkeys.
Yeah, because turkeys are really mean and scary and such and need to be killed with a shotgun.
I’m sure there will be some drinking in a small town bar, cigars will be smoked and wind will be broken. These are manly men. These are the three most important men in my world.
I’m not worried about the turkeys, though. I’m sure they’ll be fine. My dad and brother have come home empty-handed since they started this turkey trot. I can’t imagine my husband will be much better, he hasn’t shot a gun in years and when he did it was only at targets, not at moving fowl.
A few days ago, I was joking that I couldn’t wait to get rid of him for the week. I could barrel down and get some work done without the usual distractions. You see, my husband talks a lot. I’m sure I’ve complained about mentioned it before.
So, after I made this joke he reminded me of something. Apparently, since we pledged to spend our lives together, since we said those fateful “I do’s,” we have never spent a night apart.
I make a joke and he goes all romantic and sweet on me? When did I become the guy? Yeah, I felt like an ass.
Now, we didn’t vow to spend every night together, it just kind of happened that way. And I guess I never realized it because we spent so many nights apart before we were married.
Last night was the first time in almost 5 years that my talkative-but-with-a-cute-accent husband didn’t sleep beside me.
We kissed and said goodbye.
“Don’t get shot,” I chided. He laughed me off. Then, I had to say it, “Don’t shoot my dad or my brother, that would suck.” He laughed some more but didn’t promise not to.
He drove away. I shut the garage door. And then it got quiet. Real quiet. Pin-drop quiet.
I thought the silence would be a relief but now I’m wondering how I’ll make it 4 days without hearing his voice.
Who am I freaking kidding? This is going to be fantastic! The house to myself, no stupid television blaring in the background, and he won’t be yelling at some video game that he obviously can’t play very well.
Heaven!
And since he is so very far away and can’t yell at me, I’m going to share a little video with you. When Team Detroit (#detchevysxsw) were on their way to Austin my husband promised to sing at an ongoing karaoke event if they won. They won big!
Here’s my husband singing “I’m Your Man” by Wham! Yep, he’s my man.
*Update*
A few minutes after I finished this post I got a phone call. My husband hit a deer. My husband is fine and the deer ran off. The car, our only car, didn’t fare so well. It doesn’t sound like it’s going to pull through. Oh, but I got to talk to my husband many times during the course of the night.